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Midoriya, Bakugou and Todoroki: Reacting to their s/o peppering them with kisses
Headcannon - Fluff
-He was really flustered yet felt warm on the inside
-He always loved it when you pepper him kisses out of nowhere
-Especially when he's down
-It's a way to show that you're always there for him
-He'll prolly do the same but he prefers it when you do it instead
-Of course he'll get blushy, especially if you kiss his neck, but that's just his shy self
-Will sometimes asks you to do it because he just loves your kisses so much and he's craving for it😊
-Being the hotheaded bitch he is, he'll try pushing you away and complain
-But really he's just flustered and doesn't want his soft side to show
-Give him a big pout and he'll give in
-He will tell you to stop but don't because he loves it. And would die if you knew he does. But you knew but you kept it to yourself
-He doesn't really mind anymore if you do it in public
-He knows there are shitheads who are in love you so it's a way to show that you're his
-Sometimes he'll plead for you to pepper him with kisses with a visible blush on his cheeks
-It's a way to show his soft side to you because he loves you❤️
-Will blow your head off you tease him about it
-He'll prolly be confused but let's you be
-Maybe you were just bored, he thought
-But really it's to show your affection to him
-You will notice a blush on his cheeks when you give him pecks on his neck
-You knew he was sensitive there
-He knows he's not that affectionate but he really loves it when you do all these random stuff
-Kiss his scar and compliment it, he'll literally tear up from that
-He'll do the same as thanks and doesn't really mind if people saw him or you do that
-You're his girlfriend and he can show his affection to you whenever he wants
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-ˋˏ 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 ˎˊ-
characters: bakugo. kirishima. denki. sero. mina.
a/n: sorry I haven't been doing my normal posts lately, uni has been hectic haha, regardless sweet anons, enjoy! <3 reblogs are highly appreciated~!
⤷ visible veins and long yet thick fingers. perfect ratio of long and wide for the palm. likes to accessorize with multiple broad silver and gold rings with cool and unique designs. doesn't hate nor love painting his nails.
⤷ lots of highly visible veins from extensive working out. thick fingers and a wide palm. not a fan of accessories cause it comes in the way when working out. doesn't mind painting his nails when he gets the opportunity to.
⤷ pretty long fingers with a more longer palm. very angelic like hands. likes to keep it natural most of the time, but loves to accessorize depending on his outfit when going out somewhere. occasionally paints little things on his nails.
⤷ shorter palm but perfect ratio of long and thick fingers. barley has any veins when relaxed but if flexed, there is a good amount shown. accessorizing in any way is a must for him, but prefers sliver rather than gold. he also loves to paint his nails. prefers dark tones such as indigo or black.
⤷ long fingers and palm. very beautifully majestic looking hands. loves to color her nails with all different types of colors. her favorite is painting cute pink hearts on each nail. prefers to accessorize when going out somewhere. likes to where all different types of accessories with all unique shades and designs.
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Shy Mornings - Tamaki Amajiki x Reader
Warnings : characters are aged up and living together (18+), none otherwise, reader is gender-neutral!
Genre : tooth-rotting fluff!!
Word count : 0.9K words
Synopsis : With a boyfriend as beautiful, and yet as shy as Tamaki Amajiki, his lover enjoys mornings where they can admire just how pretty he is in his sleep.
Requests : Are open! Check the rules over here.
It wasn't the sun peeking through the curtains that roused me awake, nor was it the distinct chilliness of early November, and it surprisingly wasn't the sound of the chirping birds nesting on top of our unused AC box outside. As a matter of fact, the only reason why I blinked my eyes open was the fact that something was tickling the back of my neck very delicately, and had me fighting back giggles and squirming away.
I didn't have to sit up to figure out that my boyfriend was nuzzling his inky hair into me, his hold on my waist subconsciously tightening as I began to shift in place. I mentally cooed as he mumbled a little in his sleep, finding just about every single thing that he does incredibly endearing. Not wanting to disturb his sleep any further with my movements, but not wanting to have to hold back hysteric laughter any more, I began to inch my body around so I could slowly turn around and face him instead.
Tamaki whined a little in his slumber, and I had to hush him gently and re-wrap his arms around me. Still somehow sound asleep, he grabbed me just as though he were coming for a tight hug, and all I could do was surrender to his warmth and snuggle into his hold. But since there really was no hope in me falling asleep once again, I decided I'd spend what remained of the morning watching just how ethereal this man looked, up till his last moments until waking by the alarm clock he set (after all, Tamaki was an impossibly heavy sleeper that could---and probably would---sleep through a storm; the only thing deterring him would be me getting up from his arms, seeing as he became rather clingy come nightfall----but of course, it wasn't something I minded in the least. If my presence eased his mind, then so be it, I'd never leave his side if he asked me to).
Slowly dragging the tip of my finger against the sharp slope of his nose, I watched as it twitched a little. He sighed, lips turning into a sweet half-pout as his breath came out in puffs. Something akin to the butterflies he so adored, his long lashes fluttered ever so slightly as he slept on. Perhaps I was in a too-in-love state, perhaps the sunlight from the half-open windows highlighted his face, or perhaps it was because of the close proximity, but for whatever reason I was able to notice the tiny freckles dusting his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, and I found myself cheesing at just how naturally beautiful he was. Waking up to his sweet face was truly a blessing in and of itself, and I wondered if he'd ever manage to see himself the way I saw him; so majestic and otherwordly.
Because I knew just how embarrassed he'd be if he actually caught me openly staring at him like he'd hung the stars for me at night (admittedly, I'd been caught red-handed more than once and he'd been reduced to a blushing, stuttering mess), I decided to roll over once more and press back against him, loving the way he entirely encased me. Such a strong, firm body, yet so soft and cuddly---his being itself was a juxtaposition.
The alarm rang just a few minutes down the line, and knowing how he hated to later find out that he'd slept in terribly late, I refused to close it until he woke up and did it himself. Groaning a bit at the shrill noise he despised so much, he began to shuffle and pull down the sheets, one arm still holding me firmly in place while the other reached out to slam it shut. It made me giggle; just how grouchy he really was in the mornings but tried his best to mask it until he was fully conscious.
"Morning, sweetheart," I chuckled as he burrowed deeper into the sheets, his fingers rubbing the back of my palm resting on my stomach.
"G'morning," his soft voice was even sweeter to hear in the mornings when it was just a tad deeper than usual, "You've been up for a while?"
"A bit, yeah," I nodded, twisting my face a little to kiss his chin fondly, before turning away to save him the embarrassment, "I was watching you sleep, actually. You looked really handsome, as always."
The loving affirmation caused him to whine in complaint, and I laughed as he hid his face in my hair, nose poking my scalp as he cuddled me to hide what I was certain was a burning red face.
Tamaki's soft, almost inaudible, "Don't tease me like that, lovely," contradicted the way he sounded like he was smiling that shy smile of his that squeezed my heart every time he flashed at me.
"Alright, I won't," I promised, despite knowing that it won't be another two mornings before I'm admiring his sleeping form once again, "I just think you're the prettiest guy around, sue me."
With a chaste peck of my cheek, he hovered a little, "I love you," my boyfriend whispered in my ear, before giggling in a way that had my chest constricting (in that awfully fuzzy, warm way), "I'm awake, just gimme a minute to calm down, ok?"
Sighing contentedly, I patted his long fingers splayed on my tummy, already looking forward to the rest of the day spent with him, having heard those words from him so early on in the morning, "Take your time, love. No rush."
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Can I ask for a prompt with Bakugou with 29 and 28 ?
Thank you for your writing, it make me happy every time !
A/n : Thanks love ♡ ♡
Prompts : (28) Why are you staring at me like that?, (29) Look I didn't want to be your partner for this project but I am
Warnings : Fluff. Flustered boom boom boi.
Fandom : BNHA
Character : Bakugou
"Bakugou and Y/n, you will be partnered up for this project. Mina-"
Bakugou cuts Aizawa off, "WHAT?! I DON'T WANT TO BE PARTNERED UP WITH THAT DAMN EXTRA!" he yells causing you to wince at the loud volume, since he's sitting right next to you.
You sigh, laying your chin on your arms, 'Great' you think with unamused eyes. Aizawa, unaffected by Bakugou's usual attitude also gives a sigh, "Well this counts for half of your grade. I suggest you suck it up if you wanna pass" Aizawa claims and Bakugou fumes, eye twitching as Aizawa goes back to reading the list.
You can feel Bakugou's annoyed eyes on you and you look at Mina who gives you a sympathetic smile. You shake your head at her seeing the giggle that she's trying to hide.
Bakugou, on the other hand, is freaking out on the inside. He's paired up with you! The one he has had a crush on since the first term but him, being the Tsundere that he is, would never admit it...out loud anyway.
Kirishima knows and that's why he's giving Bakugou a thumbs up from across the classroom who flips him off in response.
You waited until school's over and approached Bakugou when you went back to the dorms. He barely turns your way and you open your mouth, "Look I didn't want to be your partner for this project but I am so I say we do as much as we can today then divide the work and do it on our own time" you say cutting it short.
His slightly widened eyes stares back at your speechless, unused to people being so assertive with him but he manages a nod to which you smile, "Good, now your room or my room?" pour question, voice slightly pitching at the question.
"My room" he grumbles out, avoiding your eyes which makes your heart leap at his answer. You clear your throat, "Very well. Umm, shall we go?" your voice is thick as you try to hide the giddiness in it.
After several hours of sitting on his bedroom floor, working on the project, you are both extremely tired. You sigh, letting your head fall back against his bed, "We're almost done. This wasn't so hard was it?" you retort lightheartedly and he scoffs, eyes fixating on yours.
He lets himself take in your figure, your face, your smile. The tiniest details that he can only notice up close and he finds himself with a small smile.
A few seconds pass and you still feel his eyes on yours. You turn your head towards him, "Why are you staring at me like that?" you ask, a blush tinting your cheeks and he quickly looks away, a blush coating his own cheeks, "I wasn't, you're seeing things" he grumbles angrily, seemingly shy and you let a giggle slip past your lips, "Okay grumpy pants, whatever you say" you tease.
Once again, he finds himself smiling.
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Nooooooo because, why do the second OFA user look EXACTLY like bakugou? 😟
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Worried about Tomura, feat Dabi
I wrote or at least started writing this in the middle of the night, so who knows where this is going. Also manga spoilers…
You were just sitting on top of an abandoned apartment building, that had been left empty since the huge prison breaks. You were waiting for Dabi to arrive, so you could go do what needed to be done.
It took him awhile but he finally got to you. He sat down next to you on the edge of the roof.
“So, why the secrecy? What did ya wanna talk about?” Dabi asked and started throwing little rocks down to the street below you.
“It’s about Tomura… I’m worried…” you said.
Dabi understood why. After All for One had taken over Shigaraki's body, you hadn't been yourself. You did what you were ordered to, yes, but there was a pain in your eyes every time All for One spoke to you with your partner’s body. You were like a little sibling to Dabi, and he didn't like seeing you in undeserved pain.
“I know what you mean, but I don’t see how this is my problem. I'm still allowed to do whatever I want, even if the boss has changed” he said, continuing to chuck the rocks down from the rooftop.
“You know it won't stay like that, and AfO only thinks of us as something to sacrifice when the time comes, we're just cannon fodder to him. Tomura wouldn’t do that, not to any of us, not to the League members…”
“Maybe not to you, but he would kill the rest of us in the blink of an eye if it meant keeping himself and you safe” Dabi scoffed.
You didn't really argue, because deep down you knew it was probably true. Tomura did value his comrades, but in a very different way than he did you. You knew he would, without hesitation, kill anyone who got in his way, or who was a danger to you.
“Did ya hear me?” Dabi growled, sounding annoyed.
“What?” you asked, since you weren't listening to him.
“You do realize that you're probably never getting him back, right? Not the way he was”
“I choose not to believe that, Tomura has to come back to me, he has to…”
Dabi didn't say anything. He was certain that Shigaraki was gone for good, and not even you could get him back. He didn't really care for the guy anyway, he had his own things to do and it didn't really matter who was pulling the strings.
“You should give up on him, spare yourself the pain of false hope” Dabi sighed and got up, putting his hands in his pockets.
“I won’t, I’ll die before I abandon him”
“Your funeral” Dabi scoffed and started walking away.
“Guess it is”
You were left alone on the rooftop and all you could do was look down and wonder what the hell you were going to do.
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Dabis type headcannons
Request- can you do what you think canon dabis type is? 🤔
A/N- sorry this is written at night so sorry-
Warnings- smoking, mild cussing, mentions of sex and brake up
I honestly don't see dabi getting a relationship
he has too much revenge and emotional baggage to find interest in another person
but on the off chance, he DOSE like someone, it'll start as a joke
I feel like he'd start to flirt with someone who doesn't put themselves out
hed be the one to make some joke or comment
now depending on how you respond to it will change how he sees you
say you're the type to brush it off
he will lose interest
but say you're the type to say smth back
oh hell like that
he's the type of person to want to keep things interesting
but I feel like he wouldn't like clingy
he'd go after the jealous type but not the clingy type because that shit is hot but not clingy
he'll get annoyed with you
So he'd like the straight forward, jealous, possessive, flirtatious type
he'd want the same energy he's giving in a relationship.
maybe how Jade West and her Bf act? from victorious? idk but I see them two being exactly how you two are
I feel like he goes for the type of person who aggressive and hates everyone and then calms down when it comes to him.
and hed be the same way
He also wouldn't care about zodiacs.
who cares what the stars say, if he likes you he likes you
he's a big smoker so wuther you smoke to or your strong-willed, because he will 100% blow smoke in your face
I feel like he only smokes cigs
but if you're a person whos like him generally that's fine, but don't test his dominance
it either ends up in makeup sex or a huge fight/breakups
theirs a fine line for everything.
when it comes to a sunshine nice person, I feel like he'd be like why is that person so obnoxious.
like it's annoying seeing someone so happy all the time
but say you had a hard past and are like "Oh I don't like hurting people" MAYBE he will like you more
he will 100% go for people who have mommy or daddy issues
but I feel like mommy issues more to contrast with his daddy issues so they can bond over how stupid their parents are.
so yea a loud, straight forward, jealous, possessive, flirtatious type with mommy issues
Lol sorry if I called you out-
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Todoroki Family Ties (Part 8)
Characters: Enji Todoroki, Stepmom!OC!Ivy (Ivy is black btw), Child!Shoto Todoroki, Teen!Touya Todoroki, Preteen!Fuyumi, Child!Natsuo
Warnings: mention of abuse, sexual themes
After the short conversation over the phone, Enji came back inside and explained everything to Ivy after sending the boys to bed. “So, I’m taking Shoto and Touya with me to pick them up from their grandparents’ house. If you don’t mind, I’d like for you to stay here. I want Fuyumi and Natsuo to have a little more warm up time with their brothers before they meet you.” In three days, Enji’s other two children, his second and third born, were to be put back into Enji’s custody. He was filled with excitement and missed them so much but he kept his stoic expression while talking about it.
Two years ago, Enji’s ex-wife, and mother to his four children, Rei, was admitted to a mental hospital for assaulting Shoto. Of course this was kept under wraps from the press but those closest to the family knew what happened while the outside world assumed she was murdered. Ivy herself wasn’t made aware of the situation until recently either. It made the number two hero look bad and gave him a terrible rep. Everyone was scared to look his way and lots of people wanted him fired from the position of hero, but their simple opinions weren’t enough to budge the idea.
Rei’s parents were horrified by the real news and saw how people were reacting to the situation. It influenced them to ask Enji to give up custody to them for the time being until they saw Enji fit to be a father again. He loved them dearly and that’s why he didn’t fight on the decision. Touya and Shoto would need training for their abilities but Fuyumi and Natsuo would be better off with the ice side of the family. On the upside, the boys got to see them when they visited every other weekend.
Enji was allowed to see them too but in a more supervised visitation way before he had to leave. Every time he had to go, the little “Bye, dad.” from Fuyumi as she hugged him tight broke his heart. She’d often shed a few tears about it but Natsuo wasn’t as vocal about how he felt. He’d only give half hugs and keep his head down the whole time. But when that car turned and went in the opposite direction of the house, he never stopped watching it. Even after it was out of view. No matter what feelings he showed, on the inside, he wished he was in the car with him. It’s not that his grandparents were bad in any way, they were great! He just hated the way they talked about him behind his back. When they thought Natsuo wasn’t listening. But he always heard it. And it always made his mouth taste bitter and his head hurt. Sure his dad messed up, but he was still just that. His dad. Soon, lost time would be made up for, and he and Fuyumi were over the moon about it.
Three days passed by quicker than expected. Two more children would enter the four person household Ivy was used to and nervous was an understatement for how she was feeling. Enji had already left with Touya and Shoto and for the time being, Ivy was alone. She spent the entire morning preparing for Natsuo and Fuyumi’s arrival. There were treats set out in the living room and in their own rooms, generous gift baskets filled with more treats and some trinkets she hoped they would enjoy. Even a nicely decorated banner up that read ‘Welcome Home!!’ in big letters.
Now she just anxiously sat on the couch. Waiting. Imagining how they would react to this new woman in their lives. Wondering if they’d even like her. To be honest, if they wanted her to leave, she would. Their family already needed to heal, it’s not fair that this random person just showed up and joined in and they’ve never even met her before. What if they hated her? Oh god. She’d fall apart. “Fuck. Now I’m more anxious than I was at first.” Not that it was a spoken rule, but something about your new step kids seeing you having a panic attack for their first impression that didn’t seem right to Ivy. So a few deep breaths, and she was able to stop one before it started. Until the panic was revived when the door started to open. She scrambled to her feet and picked up a plate of snacks from the table. ‘Here we go.’
“Ivy, we’re home!” Enji opened the door and Shoto and Touya entered first. She wondered if the other kids came until she saw two more small beings behind Enji. First, a beautiful young girl with glasses. Hair white and eyes grey like Rei’s with small bits of red for decoration. She held on to Enji’s hand while he closed the door. Another kid appeared next to her. A boy. A bit taller than her. Though he was younger, he inherited Enji’s height genetics. For a ten year old, he was as big as Touya, maybe even an inch taller than his fifteen year old brother. Then again, apparently Touya took a while to have his growth spurt. The tall boy’s hair was white like Touya and his sister’s, three little stripes of red on each side just above his ears.
Ivy immediately wore a smile as warm as the sun. “Welcome home, guys! I’m Ivy, nice to meet you!” The two just looked at each other and then their dad, who nodded towards her. Their gaze went to her but they still didn’t respond. Ivy just stood there, frozen, too scared to move. Touya took the opportunity to take the cookies out of her hand and head to his room, Shoto gorged on all the other snacks and Enji reprimanded him to not spoil his dinner. “I-I’m sorry,” Ivy got down on her knees, “I guess I’m a little obnoxious. So much for a first impression, huh?” Her head rested in her hands. Maybe she could just turn invisible so they wouldn’t see her blazing embarrassment.
During her internal breakdown, a small hand rested on her shoulder. Ivy looked up, the 2nd oldest standing in front of her and giving her a small smile, her brother not far behind. “Hello. I’m Fuyumi. This is my brother, Natsuo. Or just Natsu for short. Nice to meet you.” After Fuyumi’s introduction, Natsuo stepped forward and smiled down at Ivy. “Hiya, stepmom!” He glanced and pointed at the table where his little brother was enjoying himself. “Is all this for us? For reals?” She nodded, a huge grin on her face. “Heck yeah, dude. I ain’t no evil stepmom. I’m fun and spoil my step-babies.” Shoto stuffed another treat into his face before giving a thumbs up. “It’s true! She’s really nice and sweet. You’re gonna love her. I know I do!” Natsuo took a second and hugged Ivy before running to join his baby brother.
Fuyumi stayed, kneeling in front of Ivy. “So.... you love our dad? Is he nice to you?” Obviously, Fuyumi was smart. There was no need to be dishonest. She knew how her father was, what he did, and know she was asking if he was the same as he used to be. “Well.... he’s had to work on his attitude and how he expresses himself. But he’s definitely gotten a lot better from when we were first together. He wants to be a better man for his family and atone for his actions. He’s really winning my forgiveness everyday.”
Ivy turned to look at Enji who had taken a seat on the couch and was watching the boys indulge. There was a content smile on his face. Seeing their happiness gave him some of his own. It was definitely a nice change from the dejected faces of the past. “Fuyumi,” Ivy continued. “You don’t have to forgive your father if you don’t want to. But if you ever find yourself wanting to, and you have questions, or really questions about anything ever, you can talk to me. I want to be here for you and your brothers as much as I can. I know what it’s like to have a conflicting childhood. I wasn’t surrounded by love like you have been, but that doesn’t lessen the significance of anything you guys have been through compared to my situation. I want us to be a family and I hope I can grow on you in good time.” Fuyumi hesitated before hugging her new stepmother. “I already know you will.” Ivy embraced the hug. The rush of oxytocin was so satisfying.
“Please excuse me.” Fuyumi rose and went to sit next to her father who grinned when she joined them. This was his second chance. He already missed a few years with her and Natsuo and he couldn’t bare to miss anymore. Enji honestly felt like he needed them probably as much as they felt like they needed him. The moment he found out he could get them back he had developed a certain glow. That was the look of a man who got his babies back, and eventually, they’d have to really sit down and talk about why they had to go in the first place. As for now, they just needed to enjoy each other’s company.
At dinner, Ivy got to learn even more about her new family members. Like how Fuyumi wants to be a culinary genius one day. And how one of Natsuo’s favorite moments was when a puppy approached him on the street when he was having a bad day and made him feel so much better. Ivy hung to every word they spoke, it was all just so interesting. It got to the point where every time Natsuo thought of something new to tell, he’d interrupt his sister which Enji had to try and prevent a couple times. Though he was excited that they were already intrigued by Ivy, there was still an order of manners that needed to be abided by.
Even at bedtime, they still had so much to say, but Ivy had to ask them to wait and tell her tomorrow. They groaned but listened to her and went to bed. “They are so amazing, Enji.” Ivy smiled up at the big guy next to her, a sparkle in her eyes. “They seem to really like you. I’m glad tonight was such a success.” He pulled her into his lap and kissed her. “I know. I’m so happy, too. They’re really great kids and I wanna be the best stepmama that I can be for them. So much has happened to those sweet babies and I wanna make sure they smile from now on.” While she was talking, Enji spread little kisses on her cheeks and neck.
Ivy was quietly enjoying it, falling into a trance, but shuffled when she felt his heavy paw dragging up her thigh. “Enji-” “You’re such a great stepmother, Ivy.” He whispered into her ear while nuzzling her neck, gently nipping at the skin. “Have you ever thought about becoming just a regular mother?” She could barely hear him over the blood that started to flow around ears from how hot she was getting. “Yes. Why? Are you offering to make me one?” They worked together to move her legs so that she was straddling his waist. “If you think you’re ready for it....” His hands breached the hem of the shorts she was sleeping in, there was an ease of access since she didn’t usually sleep in underwear. The feeling of his strong digits doing nothing other than simply working her most sensitive areas made her head fall back. “I would love.... to put a baby in you, honey.” In the midst of the sudden heat rising in the room, the sounds of sloppy kisses and horny giggles began to transpire.
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Accidentally in Love (Hawks x Civilian reader) Pt. 1
Trigger warning: depressive thoughts, mention of hospital and severe injury. Some angsty bits, but it will get fluffier later.
The blaring alarm wakes you up with a groan. "Another day….another day." You sigh as you sit up in a twin bed. "Oh, right...I stayed over at Rika's place. Ugh I hope I didn't do anything stupid in front of her and her husband." You rub your face, feeling the build up of oils from the long hours of stress you endured at work. Not to mention the slight hangover from last night. You get up to shower and get ready for work. You stare into the mirror as you brush your damp locks out. "What am I even doing?" The question has been weighing heavily in your mind for weeks now. You managed to land the job of your dreams, that's what you kept telling yourself at least. Your last real relationship was over 2 years ago, and you aren't even sure what you want to do now. You shake yourself out of your thoughts and go down to the kitchen, "Rika?" No response.
You spot a note left for you on the counter, 'sorry emergency at the clinic. I'll see you at Fumiko's party next week. Please be careful on your way to work. -Rika p.s. there are painkillers and a bento for your lunch in the fridge.''
You smile full of gratitude, "she is too nice, I owe her one." You grab the bento and pocket the painkillers for later. Opting out of breakfast to go grab a can of coffee and get an early start to your work day. As you walk to the usual convenience store, a ruckus can be heard around the corner. "Nope, not my problem." You enter the store and get your go to brand of coffee: WAX coffee. You pay for the drink and cautiously walk back out into the streets, the sounds from earlier are still going. "Figured they would've dealt with that by now. I can't get to work at this rate…” You don’t exactly have a useful quirk outside your job. You can use threads and fibers nearby, whether they come from existing clothes or unused spools and weave them together to create cloth. You were like a human sewing machine, handy in a quilting store, not so handy in a crisis. As you weigh your options a sudden shockwave ripples through the air. You manage to keep your balance, but you don’t see the body plummeting towards you before they slam into you. Your head hits the concrete and you black out for a few moments.
“Hey kid, you okay?” You can hear a muffled voice speaking to you. The ringing in your ears and the stars in your eyes make it hard to discern the owner. “Kid, how many fingers am I holding up?”
“Blevinteen?” You can barely hold your head up as you look around to get your bearings. You see your unopened can of coffee and reach for it.
Another shockwave ripples by and you feel like you are gonna be sick. “Shit!” The stranger throws you over their shoulder and takes off. Once you are a safer distance away they carefully sit you on the ground. “Don’t move, medics should be here soon and they will take care of you.” The blurry visage of wings is all you can make out as your consciousness wanes. You give into the heavy pull of your eyelids, oblivious to the ongoing battle.
When you finally come to, you are in the hospital with a throbbing headache and some extra wounds you don’t recall having last time you checked. “Where?” You look around to see your friend who works as an EMT standing by your bed.
“Thank God you’re awake!” Fumiko flings her arms around your neck. “When they retrieved you from the rubble I was so worried!”
“Fumi, Imma need you to take it down about 2 notches…” you hold your head to emphasize the reason.
“Right, sorry, I just…” she sniffles and wipes her cheeks with a handkerchief. “You’ve been in a coma for a week.”
“A weEK?! Your voice cracks and you end up sending yourself into a coughing fit. She helps you to sit up to make it a little easier to clear your air way. “How? What even happened?!”
Your friend pulls up a chair and starts to fill you in on the last seven days. A horrible villain attack took place near the convenient store you always visit. The attack was small to start, but it quickly escalated to the point that buildings were destroyed. One of the said buildings collapsed on top of you.
“Wait, I wasn’t in a building when it happened…” You couldn’t quite remember everything from that day, but you distinctly recall someone flying into you and reaching for your coffee can.
“Doesn’t matter, even if you were just in the street you were stuck. The Heroes worked as fast as they could to get everyone out of the disaster zone.”
“Damn…” You feel the weight of the situation hit you and you check yourself under the blanket. Your friend bows her head to avoid seeing your expression. “Fumi...where’s my foot?”
“It...it was already gone when they recovered you…” You drop the blanket, you feel what was left of the color drain from your face. “The doctor said they can fit you for a prosthetic if you want one, but…”
“What?” Fumi bites her lip, “what else did they find?!”
“You have a spinal injury, it’s not a complete one so there is hope to walk again, but for now...you are paralyzed from the waist down.” You feel everything go numb, you’ve lost a foot, you're paralyzed, and you’ve lost 7 days to a coma. “I’m so sorry [y/n],” she wraps her arms around you, but there is no warmth to be felt. Your life wasn’t exactly whole to begin with, but now it feels like it’s shattered completely.
Shortly after filling you in, Fumi has to return to work, she was just checking on you during her break. It gives you alone time to process everything. As you stare out your window a thought occurs to you, who was it that crashed into you? You focus hard on the fuzzy image, the only discernible detail was the red, wing like appendages. You didn’t really follow the news or trends of pro-heroes, so you were honestly clueless as to who the mystery man was. A doctor eventually comes in to check on you and record your vitals. They discuss treatment options and a guesstimate to how long you would need to stay in the hospital. Your job was essentially forfeit for the duration of your recovery, if the place was even still standing. For the time being they advise you to rest and recover your strength before the more rigorous treatment started. You consent to the plan and are ready to settle in for a nap when the nurse assisting the doctor remembers something.
“[Preferred pronoun], this was left for you at the front desk.” She hands you a slightly damaged can of coffee with a note attached.
“Thank you,” you murmur as you pull off the note to read it.
‘Hey there kid, sorry for literally crash-landing into you and leaving you in such a dangerous area like that. I honestly thought I had you far enough away from the fight, obviously I was wrong. I wanted to visit you in person, but they said you weren’t awake yet. I’ll try again some other time, hang in there. -Hawks’ Your brows shoot up in surprise, a pro-hero wants to visit you? Probably a courtesy thing, maybe even a PR stunt, yet you can’t help the warmth that spreads through your chest. You flip the little paper over to find an addendum ‘by the way, you have great taste in coffee. I’ll be sure to bring you some more, if the staff will allow it.’ A little winky face is drawn on as well. It makes you smile, it hurts because your lips are seriously chapped, but you don’t mind. If nothing else, you might get a free coffee from this Hawks fella.
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shinsou-nii who likes to who guilt trips you into sucking his cock after you rile him up wearing a cute little dress ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎
TW: misogyny, yandere, coercion, incest, blowjob, Shinso Is A Bastard Man
It always ended up like this. Pinned to the kitchen counter, pinned to the couch, pinned to his bed, or hell, even your own. Always blamed for riling up your poor ol’ nii-chan.
“You’re really just going to leave me with blue balls, Iittle girl? That’s real selfish of you, especially when you're walking around dressed like this.”
His hand came down to spank you under your dress, lingering to squeeze at your doughy flesh. The leering is what always did it in for you, the way his face got so close to yours, his lips tempting to steal a kiss or your consciousness, sometimes both.
“I-I guess when you put it like that, nii-chan. I’m sorry-”
“If you're really all that sorry, then get on your knees and make me feel better.”
It was common knowledge at this point that if you didn’t move on your own, he would do it for you. Your back slid down the wall, seating you in front of his crotch.
“Really, woman? You started this mess, don’t expect me to help you clean it up.”
So that was his game today. Some days he would fuck your throat until you're near incoherent, but it seemed like he wants you to completely service him this time around. You really outta mind what you wear around him.
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Savior: Mashirao Ojiro x Reader
𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆
𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸, 𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗰 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸
𝗕𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲: 𝗖𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗲!
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
A large tail, poised and ready.
“Looks like I made it in time,” A voice murmurs, and your eyes travel to see a mess of short blonde hair and a small smile. “That would have been a nasty fall. I’m glad I was able to catch you in time.”
You couldn’t do anything but nod in his words, a soft sniffle leaving you as tears threatened to fall. You had only vaguely recognized the hero who held you- the Martial Arts Hero: Tailman. He wasn’t one of the most popular heroes out right now. In fact, you probably wouldn’t have been able to tell who he was if it wasn’t for the little peek of his tail you could spot over his shoulder.
The relief settles into your body quickly at his appearance. To you, his ranking as a hero didn’t matter. You didn’t care if he was the number one hero or the thousandth hero. All that mattered was that he was here. Someone is here to save you. Someone crawled their way through the rubble and broken glass just to find you. You were found by someone good and that’s all you needed. All you wanted. All you wanted to thank him for.
But as you opened your mouth to thank your hero, your throat closed up. The words died on your tongue. For just as quickly as the relief came when Tailman scooped you up in his arms, so did the fear. The fear that should have passed by now. The fear that should be gone because you’re safe with your hero. The fear that had seized your heart earlier and paralyzed you.
That fear came bubbling back up again. And this time, it came with a vengeance.
You felt yourself tense in his arms, but you were powerless to stop it. Your hand reaches out- snatching at his karate gi in a vice-like grip. Your nails sink into the material, fist tight as your grab onto him- to your lifeline. Your heart is racing. A thunderous beat threatened to leap out of your chest and onto the debris-ridden flower because all it can recognize is fear. You’re too hot, but you feel so cold too. You’re sweating, but your skin feels like it’s on fire. It’s too much
You try to take a shaky breath, but you can’t. You can’t, you can’t, you can’t, you can’t. Just a shallow exhale that followed and an even shallower inhale. It’s not enough to fill your lungs. But it’s enough to remind you of what was. Of what could have happened.
I almost died, your mind screams at you. How could you forget that you almost died! And as ugly as all those little thoughts were, you know they’re right. Of course, they were right. Because you did almost die. And how could you forget it? How could you forget the burn of your lungs as you breathed in the cloud of destruction? How could you ignore the crushing feeling of opening your eyes to see yourself alone among the wreckage? How could you disregard the way you woke up- bleeding and in pain. Lost and scared. Even now, you’re hyper-aware of how your wrist throbs and how your legs shake. Of how if you could have been crushed in the explosion if you stood somewhere differently. Of how you could have hit your head and be left for dead if the attack happened at night or on a lesser-known street. Of how you could have died- alone and forgotten only to come up a missing person and at best be pulled from the wreck, minutes, hours, DAYS, after your death. Of how you could have died of how you would have died of how you’re dying right now right here right at this second you’re dying you might actually be dyingandyoucan’thinkyoucan’tBREATHEandallyouwannadoisbreathecomeonbreathecomebreATHEPLEASEJUSTLETMEBREATHE-
You don’t know you’re openly sobbing until you feel yourself being lowered to the ground. Big, huge tears dripping down your face and painting your cheeks with your leftover hopelessness and fear. You feel so weak, so useless, breaking down in your hero’s arms when the danger has already passed. But you can’t help but cling to his uniform even tighter the second you think he’s letting go of you. You don’t want him to go. You don’t want him to leave you. Can’t he see you’re scared? Alone? You want to ask him, but it’s too hard to form words in this state. You’re inconsolable. A mess of ugly tears and sniffles and hiccups and chokes. A poor, defenseless little fool who can’t seem to do anything- not even breathe- but cry. And cry and cry and cry and cry.
But that doesn’t seem to deter Tailman like you thought it would.
He’s not harsh with you. He doesn’t yell at you, tell you to get a grip, let you wallow in a hole of anxiety and distress. Instead, his tone demeanor is comforting while he speaks to you in a calm, even voice. He’s gentle in the way he cradles you- maneuvering you into resting propped up against his side that allows you to stay as close as you’d like while resting your head on his chest. He’s careful with your fragile form- your injuries and your emotions. Your mind tries to tell you off again- it tries to remind you of the horrors you just faced. It throws at you all the hypotheticals that keep trying to tear you to pieces. The onslaught is as relentless as it is unforgiving, but within a second, it dulls.
You realize it’s the same moment your head makes contact with the warm skin of his chest. You freeze, your own heartbeat echoing in your ears as your head moves with the steady rise and fall of his chest. Your ear is pressed on the exposed skin in the opening of his karate gi as another tear trails down your cheek. You sniffle pitifully and try to pull away- mumbling apologies that just can’t seem to sound right coming out of your clumsy lips. But he stops you. Fingers spread apart, you can feel him cup your head and tangle his fingers in your hair as he gently guides you into bringing your head back to its original position against him.
The second you're snug against his chest again is the moment you hear multiple little, soft rumbling sounds. It’s stead, short, comforting, and consistent. You can tell it’s coming from Tailman as each sound is accompanied by the subtle buzzing of his chest. You can still feel the excess emotions from your anxiety attack, but now, it seems to be dwindling. The sudden rush of negative emotions from earlier had tired you out, but you were beginning to find a little peace as you try to focus on nothing but him.
“Breathe with me, yeah?” He murmurs after a while, and you’re finally in a good enough headspace to hear properly again. “Come on. Breathe with me. okay?”
So you do- you try your best to control your breathing as you listen to the soft noises he makes to calm you down. And when you find it’s been taking a while for you to control yourself, you let him take over. You let him guide you. But there was no need to open your mouth to ask for guidance. Because you finally realized that he’s been counting out loud this entire time. First to four. Then to seven. Then to eight. And finally, back again at four.
Inhale for four counts.
Hold for seven counts
Exhale for eight.
“You got it,” He coos, giving an experimental stroke of your hair once you’re finally able to manage without his counting. You don’t respond, despite wanting to. Your head hurts from all the events from earlier, and you don’t want to think anymore. You don’t think you can think anymore. Just sit and do nothing and soak in your hero’s soft praise. “There you go. Just breathe.”
Well, nothing but soak in his praise and finally breathe.
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chapter iii — uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional — (wc. 4.2k)
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Maruyama Center towered before you, a marvel in architecture constructed of glass, metal, and money.
It was Saturday. You'd spent the last two days trying to prepare yourself as much as possible for this moment — and you had everything planned, right down to the most minute detail. You had foregone your routine visits to the market yesterday and the day before in favor of research (the full blueprints to this place were not easy to find, and you wanted to have a handle on exactly who would be here and the exact schedule for the proceedings — where which heroes would be and when they would be there, amongst other things), as well as shopping; and the formalwear you had picked up seemed to allow you to blend in well enough, but you still didn't feel quite comfortable without your usual attire which allowed for more mobility, especially now that you were swimming amongst the sharks.
And, judging by the technicolor array of Japan's gaudiest douchebags swarming about you like flies on shit, you supposed you really were in the sharks' den.
Now you just had to avoid being seen by Suneater or any members of the HPSC until the ceremony, when all the cameras would be rolling. At that point, they certainly wouldn't be looking at you.
You fought to contain the anxious, excited racing of your heart.
You let yourself scan the area — there were several work vans emblazoned with the logos of various news stations, camera crews, civilians, public officials, security personnel (you wondered at this obsolete choice as you watched a six-and-a-half foot tall brick shithouse of a hero in yellow spandex walk through the cluster of black-clad men with their stupid little batons — surely mall cops couldn't offer any more security than the literal horde of professional heroes), dozens of reporters, and many of the biggest names on the hero billboards. Every eye in Japan was turned to this event — and the Hero Public Safety Commission had plastered their name and logo on it all.
Your disgust would have been greater if it weren't for the satisfaction of the fact that you were about to ruin it.
Finally, piece by piece, you would put an end to them.
Maybe, eventually, you could even be free.
You wondered absently where Suneater was as you grabbed another hors d'oeuvres from passing waitstaff and popped it into your mouth.
It had been over an hour since you'd arrived. You'd been milling about in the lush courtyard outside the Center, flute of champagne untouched in your hand, trying to avoid being bumped into by any of the other attendees, frenetic and smelling of the entire bath and body aisle in the department store. A few people had tried to start a conversation with you, but you didn't have the energy to entertain any of them, and eventually they all left you in search of greener (friendlier) pastures.
You were growing impatient and frustrated, and fighting hard to not let it show on your face.
At long last, the doors to the massive glass pyramid must have opened, because you were swept up in a strong current of people being herded into the building at the other end of the courtyard. You followed along easily enough, dropping your still-full flute of champagne onto one of the serving tables as you passed by.
The interior of Maruyama Center was as stunning as you had imagined.
The architecture was a marvel; modern and angular, the windows all seemingly angled in just such a way that the entire venue was lit by refracting shards of sunlight. The few opaque walls that divided the space were a painted stone, the murals upon them lovingly rendered in pastel blues and greens. As you walked down the wide hall towards the seating area, the sound of the bustling people around you seemed to ricochet off the glass, sharp and resounding.
But even that was nothing compared to the main chamber. A soft instrumental piano track warbled from speakers tucked away throughout the venue. The sight of the windows high above you was dazzling, but currently there were dark, steel shutters that prevented the full effect of the sunlight from bathing the stage. However, the inner chamber couldn't be considered dim by any sense of the word. What wasn't lit by the natural lighting was covered by sconces dotting the metal pillars supporting the structure, as well as the dozens of rows of balconies around the edges of the chamber. It gave the entire atmosphere a surreal quality, almost like you might have been underwater all along and just not noticed until you tried to breathe.
You shrugged to yourself. Windows weren't good for structural integrity.
Obligatory architectural appreciation completed, you found your way to the catering.
If you were going to suffer through a stuffy party like this, you were going to make damn sure to enjoy the fancy, high-end food while you could. Unfortunately, it seemed that the appetizers that had been passed out in the courtyard were a better quality than what they had set out in here — or maybe it had just been fresher. Not that you were one to judge, money was hard to come by for you so you often only ate —
"You can't be serious."
You froze, mid-chew. That voice, soft and familiar, currently incredulous, filled you with untold dread.
You cursed your stomach for leading you here.
You turned around and came face-to-face with the very last person you had hoped to see. He looked fully healed from the other night, the cut and bruise gone, his visor replaced.
You swallowed, a nervous laugh rising in your chest. "Suneater. Hi."
He didn't say anything, muscles rigid, face stern.
Not good. Not good at all.
You smiled, rubbing awkwardly at the back of your neck. "We would meet by the food, wouldn't we?" you joked.
He didn't seem to find the humor in your quip, eyes hard as he stared you down. Gone was the flustered man from the other night and the weeks before it — here was Suneater, and this time, he was definitely suspicious. "What are you doing here?" he asked at last.
You hadn't wanted or anticipated this exchange. But still, you had prepared for it — just in case — and now, you were incredibly grateful to your past self that you'd had the forethought to plan an answer to this question ahead of time, as every other thought that had previously occupied your brain had fled the instant you heard his voice.
"I came to support you," you said, heart beating against your ribs like a frantic bird trapped in a cage three sizes too small. Your fingers twitched. Your neck felt hot. "I knew you were nervous."
His eyes widened almost comically; even from behind his visor, he looked like a caricature of himself. He opened his mouth, closed it again. Rinse, repeat. Finally, his eyes fell away from you. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"I decided last minute," you said. "And I wanted to surprise you."
He shook his head incredulously. "Why, though?" he asked, meeting and holding your gaze yet again. "Why bother with me at all?"
You searched for any excuse that could make sense. The truth, the reason he was a good choice — he was popular, strong, influential. He was soft, easy to manipulate. He hadn't questioned you until now. He was convenient.
"I just..." you began, cursing how small you sounded. What do I need to say? What does he want to hear? "I really enjoy your company."
Your answer robbed him of any of his remaining composure. He looked like nothing short of a deer caught in headlights with cheeks dusted pink, shock plain on his face, mouth falling open.
You were concerned for a moment that you had broken him.
Finally, his face split into the most genuine smile you'd ever seen. You noted with a vague sense of wonder that, when he really smiled, he had dimples, that his dark blue eyes crinkled at the corners, that one side of his mouth lifted slightly higher than the other. You could feel your own heart beat once, loudly, in your chest.
No one had ever looked at you like that. Like you were a good person.
For the first time in a decade, you weren't certain.
"Thank you," he whispered, his smile still robbing you of your breath.
You needed to remember why you were here.
You needed to remember what he was to you.
You tried to return his expression, but weren't sure you could ever pull off something that looked so warm. "Well, it's the least I could do for you keeping me company on my way home all these weeks."
He hummed, his smile smaller but no less kind. "I didn't see you the last few days."
You nodded. "Yeah. I had to, uh, stay late at work."
"Oh," he said, turning towards the food. "Um. What do you do?"
"I, uh," you faltered. "I work in a-an office. Answering phones. Nothing as interesting as you!"
He laughed softly, nodding, this answer apparently satisfactory. "Most days, I just walk through the market, waiting for something to happen but hoping it doesn't. My job isn't always interesting either."
You laughed uncomfortably, happy to let the conversation die. You were quickly running out of nerve for this exchange and his uncharacteristic curiosity.
You felt exposed, vulnerable. You felt that he was looking a little too closely, that if he kept looking, surely he'd see. He'd see the sort of person you were underneath all the kind lies.
Surely he'd know.
Suneater perked up suddenly, eyebrows so high they disappeared behind his hair as he looked back to you. "Oh God, I've never asked," he said. "What's your name?"
He's going to see.
Your vision started to blur.
He's going to know.
The room was spinning. You hadn't had any of the champagne, hadn't you?
You were frozen.
He's stalling. He's tipped them off. They're coming.
They're coming. They're coming. They're —
"Um, hello?" he said, eyebrows drawn together worriedly as he peered into your face. "Are you alright?"
You snapped back to reality, your horrified stare capturing his own.
It wasn't supposed to go this way.
You clutched at his hand.
He jumped at the sudden touch, his gaze flicking between your panicked eyes and his bare palm wrapped in your fingers, a question within them.
"What's wrong?" he asked. He didn't sound suspicious anymore. He only sounded concerned.
You couldn't do this.
You let instinct take over.
It happened fast, as it always does. You could feel his heartbeat beneath your fingertips, the warmth of his skin; you could feel his synapses firing, the blood in his veins as it rushed to his cheeks before you even had time to see them flush. You became aligned with his body in a way that not even he himself ever could — you could see the map of it, the currents of electricity, the chemistry of his brain.
And then — you sent it all into hyperdrive.
His heart began to race. His pupils dilated. His adrenaline spiked.
His hand unconsciously began to squeeze back against yours, tight, painful.
His breathing began to pick up. His eyes glazed over. He started to shake.
This wasn't supposed to happen yet — the opening remarks hadn't even started, you weren't sure if the camera crews had finished setting up, you were sure that not everyone was seated as they still fumbled around you, uncaring, oblivious, half-empty drinks in hand. There was a good chance that you were just throwing all your planning away.
It didn't matter anymore. It was too late to turn back now.
Just a little more —
You sent more glutamate, put more stress on his nervous system; more dopamine. More imbalance. You needed him to snap, even hallucinate, you needed him to —
With an inhuman growl, his hand ripped out of your grip and he buckled, falling to one knee, hands covering his face. He shook like a leaf.
Had it — had it worked?
You took a step back, cautious, heart thrumming. "...Suneater?"
Despite the crowd, you could hear only a muted silence as you waited for a reply.
Then, suddenly, the world around you exploded.
You gasped as you were hit in the stomach by what you realized too late was a massive tentacle and thrown several feet into one of the serving tables. There were some shouts, and you registered someone kneeling at your side, asking if you were alright; distantly, your mind recognized him as Gale Force. Still dazed, you couldn't find it in yourself to nod, your eyes lifting until you found Suneater.
No one else had noticed him yet. He rose slowly back to his full height, head lowered, face hidden beneath his hood. Tentacles emerged from his left hand, writhing. His entire body thrummed with energy, shaking violently, nearly vibrating.
He was terrifying.
It was quick.
With a sweep of his arm, Suneater sent Gale Force, a half-dozen folding chairs, and a table with hundreds of champagne flutes flying into the nearest glass partition, and then through the next, and the screaming began.
"Evacuate!" came a female voice from somewhere overhead. "Get everybody out!"
"What the hell —"
There was too much happening at once — a group of heroes rushed in, looking for the threat, not yet realizing quite yet that it was one of their own. Civilians parted for them like water, tripping over one another to try and get to the nearest exit. You vaguely heard a man screaming for Amajiki, but didn't recognize his voice.
"Spiral! There's someone over there, under the table!"
You felt yourself get picked up into a bridal carry by yet another hero — you didn't recognize this one, a man with dark hair and a white uniform covered in neat, tight swirls along the neck, arms, and legs. "I've got you," he said, taking off with you in tow towards the exit. "You're safe now."
A crackle of electricity ripped through the air next to you; someone slid past so quickly all you could make out was a pink blur. The chaos was coming to a crescendo; everyone was jumping to action, in or away from the danger, but when you looked... Suneater was nowhere to be seen.
You fought to regain control of your senses — you could still feel the aftershocks of Suneater's system racing through your own, clouding your thinking and your vision. Your head spun; before you knew it, you had exited the surreal lighting and pandemonium within Maruyama Center and had ended up back out in the unfiltered afternoon light of the courtyard.
The hero — Spiral, you assumed — placed you down gently, a safe distance from the flashing, quaking structure. "Are you alright? Do you have any injuries?" he asked, voice raised to be heard over the commotion, yet still calm, attentive.
"I — No, I don't," you said. "Just disoriented. Thank you."
He looked you over and nodded, giving you a brief smile, before darting back into the fray. Attendees slowly began to crowd around you more and more as everyone exited from the Center.
The sounds from within were horrifying. Screaming, explosions, rumbles — it was hard to decipher what exactly was happening in all the disarray. You watched as sheets of glass collapsed inwards from the roof of the building, the previously proud behemoth crumbling in on itself — the thought almost made you sad, but sacrifices were necessary and buildings were replaceable. Outside in the courtyard, reporters were speaking animatedly to their crewmen — you couldn't make out the words, cameras were rolling, phones were out.
That was good, at least. You hoped they had gotten some of the beginning, as well — of Suneater. You wanted everyone to see what their beloved HPSC dogs were capable of.
Only a scant few minutes had passed before the evacuation seemed to slow — headcounts of the people were being conducted by several heroes hovering in the air. Suneater had still yet to reappear. The chatter around you never ceased.
"Did you see? That was Suneater! He went insane!"
"He was supposed to be named Japan's number six today, he moved up in the ranks again —"
"Has he — has he been a villain all along?"
"What has the HPSC been doing all this time? Things like this need to stop happening!"
"Is everyone alright?"
A blonde man finally emerged from the building — Lemillion, you thought. The friend. A few other familiar faces who had gone in after Suneater, as well. They looked disappointed, speaking to each other by the doors of the Center — were they not able to apprehend him?
The ground shook as sheets of glass fractured across one entire side of the pyramid.
"He's going to —!" screamed a woman from somewhere above. "He's going to take down the whole building!"
Your ears quirked at the shouting, but the building is what drew your eyes — creaking and shattering as it slowly began to collapse in on itself at the destruction, the metal of the triangular frame slowly starting to warp and bend under its own weight until it was unrecognizable.
"What if there are still people in there!"
"He's going to kill them!"
"He's going to kill himself!"
No. Death wasn't part of the plan.
You didn't want anyone to die!
You didn't want Suneater to die, you'd just wanted —
Unbidden, a memory flashed in your mind — Suneater, smiling, his eyes crinkling at the corners, lips curved up with gratitude for you.
Even in your mind, he was warm.
You couldn't let him die.
You groaned and ran out from the crowd of evacuees, ignoring the confused cries behind you as you darted around the side of the courtyard and over a hedge, out of sight from the heroes, crashing back into the crumbling building through a shattered window.
The inside was unrecognizable from what it was before - the stage had been demolished, the chairs all crushed and swept away. Everything was coming apart at the seams, and Suneater was out of sight. You could still make out the muffled sound of the instrumental track playing from somewhere beneath the wreckage, warped and haunting.
A green flash shot by you — that must have been Deku. You knelt, hiding beneath a piece of fallen drywall and tapestry. The last thing you needed was for one of the heroes to spot you and drag you out again, thinking you were a civilian. You could make out another hero ahead, carrying an unconscious man out of the building on her back.
Had there been casualties?
You felt sick to your stomach but buried it down deep, continuing on your way toward the apex of the destruction.
This wasn't what you wanted.
You had wanted to frighten, to shock; you wanted to ruin their reputation, their silly little party, to use their own heroes against them, to make the people distrust them even more, to put their inadequacy on display for the world to see, you had been working so hard to ruin their name and this was just supposed to be the last straw —
You didn't want anyone to get hurt.
You'd been blind.
You could barely hear anything over the pounding of your heart. You managed to make your way behind the stage, where you thought you'd seen —
You couldn't believe this was the same Suneater you'd known until now.
He was vibrant; he was electric; he was horrifying. He looked like a fallen angel, or a demon, or a monster. Tentacles extended from his hands, large, lashing, his chest and arms armored with some sort of chitinous exterior. Wings, similar yet so distant from the ones that had sheltered you from the rain, were held high above him, beating powerfully, cracking against the falling glass that littered the ground at his taloned feet like a halo.
His face held no recognition when he noticed your presence.
You managed to dodge the sweep of a tentacle — somehow, the instincts from training you endured over a decade ago still resided within you — and barreled directly into a shower of debris, hissing as it cut into your skin. You slid under a collapsed bar, inching closer and closer to the eye of the storm.
"Suneater, stop!" you called.
He either didn't hear you or didn't care; either way, it didn't matter. He screamed, a wrenching sound that shredded into your soul, gripping another metal support from above the stage in several tentacles and pulling, hard, eyes shut tight with the exertion. You could hear the metal groaning under the pressure, see the end connecting it to the mainframe begin to twist inward —
"Suneater, you need to calm down, you're going to kill y —"
You were too late — you watched in abject horror as a final twist of the beam above the stage caused it to come down, and everything came crashing down in a glittering shower of broken glass and warped steel and colored fabric. It would have been beautiful, Suneater standing amidst the chaos, feral and powerful and terrifying and terrified, surrounded by a swirling galaxy of iridescent shards as the remains of hundreds of windows thundered down around him like rain. You felt the pain as though it were your own as his wings were torn, his tentacles crushed; as he howled in pain, as the metal column finally came down like the final nail in the coffin lying the grave you had dug for him and he wasn't able to move quickly enough to avoid it.
He folded underneath its weight like he were made of nothing more than paper, but he continued to fight and thrash, even as his breath was forced out of him and he aggravated his own injuries.
"Suneater!" you called, trying to dodge another swipe from a tentacle, less successfully than the first time — it sent you hurtling to the ground several feet to your right, but you managed to drag yourself forward on your hands and knees.
"Suneater!" you tried again, voice cracking.
He still couldn't hear you, one hand reverted back to normal as he clawed at the ground around him, trying to escape his confines with the desperation of a wild animal. His eyes seemed to see everything and nothing all at once.
You had to reach him, somehow. You crawled forward again, hissing as the broken glass on the tile cut, searing, into the soft flesh of your palms.
"Amajiki, Ama —" His head whipped towards you at last, pupils blown black with panic and adrenaline, tattered wings lashing at his sides as he tried to pull himself out from under the pillar with his free hand. The sight made something familiar ache deep in your chest. "Tamaki!"
He stilled and exhaled, eyes firm on yours, just long enough, and you reached out.
Your bleeding palm cupped his cheek, and you let his heart instantly sync with your own.
You could see clarity rushing back into his gaze — his arms went slack at his sides, and the wings, tentacles, talons, all of it, disappeared as though they had never been there to begin with, leaving nothing but a terrified, broken man. You brought up your other hand to hold his tear-streaked face between your palms, willing him to come back to his senses, lowering his adrenaline, lowering his pulse. His gaze was locked onto your own and his own hand came up to grip your wrist with bruising force. You winced but held him steady.
Then, he ripped himself away from you as though he had been burned, trying to back further away but unable to from his position under the rubble.
"What —" he croaked, coughing violently. "What have you done?"
You leaned away from him, ignoring the cut of the glass in your legs. "We need to get you out of here."
"What have you done?" he said again, voice raspy, wheezing as he tried once more to pull away from metal holding him against the ground.
"Suneater —" you started, hand outstretched.
"Don't touch me!" he snarled, recoiling away from you. The metal shifted above him, settling further onto his battered body, and he groaned.
Your brows furrowed in frustration. "I'm trying to help you!"
"You betrayed me!"
You hated how your voice sounded — cold, detached. "You should never have trusted me to begin with."
He winced, elbows digging into the ground beneath him as he struggled. He gasped in pain, eyes finally rising to meet yours. "Who are you?"
You finally managed to reach him again, hand curling tightly around his wrist and lowering his pulse just far enough that he'd lose consciousness.
"You can call me Render."
You weren't sure whether or not he heard you before he was out.
a/n: mission: failed successfully ✔️
we get to the 'enemies' in enemies-to-friends-to-lovers at last. rip inasa he died a hero (kidding he's okay). also i fell a little in feelings with kaibara when writing this chapter by accident. chapter title is from 'twisted' by missio!
up next: tamaki wakes up the absolute last place he'd like to be; reader has some explaining to do
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The beauty of nature will shine in these pieces as we take you into the different seasons. Come and snuggle by the fire, or just hit the beach with us. Find the theme of seasons on the last day of our server collab. Find the adventures on June 12th, 2021. And thank you for the wonderful journey of collabs and fun we’ve had over the last year. ❤️ As always, a piece with a * in front of it is an art piece, and anything with a 💕 is a NSFW piece.
Anniversary Week Masterlist
Boku No Hero Academia
Dabi by @strangeinternetwasteland
Ichigo Kurosaki by @bakubabes-hatake
Kakashi Hatake by @gmoonlight01
Attack On Titan
Jean Kirstein by @cakers-2000
Tobio Kageyama by @bakubabes-hatake
*Tetsurou Kuroo by @titanialev
*Wakatoshi Ushijima by @titanialev
Asahi Azumane by @weebgirl-reborn
Kimetsu No Yaiba
Inosuke Hashibira by @vs-redemption
Rising Of The Shield Hero
Naofumi Iwatani by @bakubabes-hatake
Benimaru Shinmon by @bakubabes-hatake
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Ever wanted to know what it was like to travel to that exotic place with that character that you love so much? Well now you can. The Konoha Simps is happy to say that the theme for day six is places. Whether it’s somewhere near or somewhere far we hope you love our adventures. We can’t wait to bring you along with us traveling on June 11th, 2021. ❤️ As always, a piece with a * in front of it is an art piece, and anything with a 💕 is a NSFW piece.
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Boku No Hero Academia
Dabi by @strangeinternetwasteland
Kai “Overhaul” Chisaki by @bakubabes-hatake
*Katsuki Bakugou by @titanialev
Attack On Titan
Jean Kirstein by @vs-redemption
Levi Ackerman by @bakubabes-hatake
Bungo Stray Dogs
Chuuya Nakahara by @cakers-2000
Osamu Dazai by @bakubabes-hatake
*Roronoa Zoro by @titanialev
Satoru Gojo by @bakubabes-hatake
Ryunosuke Tanaka by @gmoonlight01
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pairing: katsuki bakugou x gender-neutral!reader
warning: depictions of anxiety
a/n: this isn't my best work but I still wanted to post it :,) sorry how late this is
summary: after closing up your café and being unemployed for months, you decide to seek employment at one of your old classmate's world-class restaurant.
Opening the door of the restaurant, you couldn’t help but gasp. Many patrons were at their tables dining on the intricate delicacies displayed on their dishes with warm smiles on their faces. The low roar of chatter seemed overwhelming based on how popular this place was. Employees kept a forced smile, the tips of it shaking as they went from guest to guest. Others had sweat slowly dripping from their brow they’d discreetly wipe away.
Your throat felt dry, butterflies rumbling in your lower stomach. You took a gulp in hopes of lubricating your parched throat, taking a step forward. At the host desk, a woman looked up at you with a warm smile. The woman’s hair was cut down into a curly rose pixie-cut, tan horns protruding out. In the light of the restaurant, her magenta skin glowed—hands showing off her freshly done manicure.
“Hello! How may I help you today,” she said. You took a deep breath before forcing your own smile on your lips. You strengthen your back to better your posture, arms tightly securing your bag.
“I have an interview with Mr. Bakugou today at 2,” you replied. The woman momentarily quirked her eyebrow, before looking down to confirm what you told her. The smile on her lips slowly dripped into a frown.
“Ah, yes. I see you here (Y/n). Bakugou’s office is over there to the left. Please wait outside until he opens the door and calls you in,” she asked. You nodded in agreeance, offering another smile towards her. Her amber eyes held pity.
“Good luck, babes. You’re gonna need it,” she whispered. The smile on your face began to waver, walking off towards his office. The roar of the patrons began to soften the further away you got from the heart of this place. Leather cushions stood outside a large black door which was closed at the time. You could hear occasional muffled shouts erupting from the other side every once in a while. This had to be his office.
You went over and sat down on the leather seat, leg bouncing as you tried to ease your anxiety. You pressed your hands on your slacks, wiping them down to get rid of the invisible wrinkles. It had been years since you last saw Bakugou. In college the two of you always rival each other in class, trying to up the other person. Things were tense but fun between the two of you until he stopped interacting all together. Those sly looks he gave, that crude and sharp remarks, his grunts whenever you were right—all of them ceased abruptly. You always wondered why he stopped, pondering if you did anything to actually offend him—but, you didn’t have the courage to properly ask.
The two of you continued on your collegiate careers almost as strangers.
Now here you were about to ask the man for a job.
You let out a sigh, looking down at your lap. You couldn’t help feeling a bit pathetic regarding your situation. The cafe you desperately wanted to curate had come to an end after not reaching enough people. You had the skills to run a business, even create the pastries and drinks known throughout coffee shops. Regardless, businesses needed money and you couldn’t come up with a lot of it. Your dream shop closed within 6 months of opening.
“God! He’s such a fucking idiot!” a voice shouted, snapping you out of your thoughts. The door next to you had suddenly opened, your old classmate leaning on the side of it. His ruby eyes looked down at your form, slightly widening as he observed your features.
“...(Y/n)?” he whispered out. You flashed a small smile as you stood up from your position.
“Nice to see an old friend, if we can even call each other that,” you chuckled. Bakugou slightly shook his head, a scornful expression returning. He motioned for you to come into his office and you followed before shutting the door. As he took a seat on his desk, you sat down in front of it.
“Why are you here? I figured you’d be off in the West making your successful bakery or whatever,” he muttered, strumming his hands towards the desk. His ruby eyes bore into your soul. They seemed as sharp and fiery as ever.
“...Things didn’t work out. Life, right?” you tried joking as a bitter laugh escaped your lips. You reached into your bag, grabbing your resume and cover letter before placing in before his desk. Bakugou rested his knuckle on his cheek, looking down at the documents. The room was quiet as your eyes gazed over his office. In the corner, a display case showing off his various awards stood proud—2 Michllen stars, Best Chef awards, top restaurant awards, you name it. Bakugou was an extremely successful celebrity chef. Sparks of jealousy echoed in your heart.
“You know why didn’t we ever connect after college? Kinda missed your outburst,” you said, trying to lighten the mood. Bakugou looked up from your documents— a deadpan look on his face.
“Communication is a two-way street. Why didn’t you ever try calling, huh?” he replied. You darted your eyes as you bit your lip. He was right though. You never tried contacting me once. You remember wanting to message him when you first bought your old storefront, but couldn’t work up the courage. Why was this a common theme with you? Rejection. Failure. You kept fearing that, especially from him.
“...Before we get into it with this job, just answer me one question, please,” you murmured. Bakugou didn’t reply but you could feel his gaze on you.
“Why did you just stop interacting with me in college. Did...did I do something? If I did, I never intended to actually hurt you Bakugou,” you stated. Bakugou let out a sigh letting his back lean into his chair. The new weight caused it to creek loudly, as he held the bridge of his nose with his fingers.
“No...no. Not at all,” he mumbled. Your eyes widened, your heart feeling less pressure from his explanation.
“My girlfriend at the time, Uraraka was a bit intimidated by you? I didn’t want to make her unhappy or anything, trying to fit the fucking ‘perfect boyfriend’ at the time, so I cut you off. That was shitty of me and I’m sorry, but again, you didn’t reach out at all,” Bakugou replied.
“...Yeah, I guess I didn’t. I’m sorry Bakugou,” you apologized. He let out a scoff, the familiar juvenile smirk creeping on his lips.
“Still shitty at apologizing, I see,” he responded. You let out a laugh, rolling your eyes at his response.
“You’re telling me this? The one who ended up tackling poor Kirishima because he was going to be in my group for that stupid project in Mr. Aizawa’s class,” you stated. Bakugou scoffed once more.
“Because he should’ve known better,” he muttered. Another giggle erupted from you, the tension that once was thick was thinning out by the second. The comfort you once had with him was returning. You missed this.
“So...as much as I am enjoying this reunion, I still wanted to see if I could get this job you're offering,” you said. The smirk that was once on Bakugou’s face began to fizzle out, tension slowly returning. It was as if the vibrant world you two were beginning to cultivate turned mute with just your words. Your own smile slowly dissipated, feeling the weight of Bakugou’s expression.
“As much as I know you’d do well, shit better than most of my employees,...I can’t. I just...I can’t offer you this job, (Y/n),” he murmured. Hope was sucked out of you in an instant. You let yourself slouch, somber eyes gazing down at your documents.
“...Why? I don’t understand,” you muttered. Bakugou closed his eyes momentarily, trying to curate the correct words to say. He knew how defeated you must’ve been, losing your dream and dealing with unemployment for a while it seemed.
“As my secretary, my sous chef, whatever the role is, we’d have to have a professional relationship with one another. No fun, just work,” he stated. Bakugou pushed the papers towards you.
“...I don’t want us to go from rivals to strangers to co-workers like that. I prefer if I follow my intuition this time,” he stated. Your eyes narrowed in confusion trying to understand what Bakugou was implying.
“I wouldn’t be able to just ‘be friends’ with you. Not you. I messed up once. I’m not messing up again,” he continued. Your lips parted and closed trying to form a response.
“You.. like me? What? I don’t get it…I don’t get you,” you muttered. Bakugou simply shrugged.
“I don’t get me either, but the least I can do is help you find another job and maybe a shot of things. Think you can give me both?” he asked. You gazed down at your palms placed at your lap. Perhaps the reason for that fear of failure and rejection wasn’t coming out of a place of friendship, after all, now you’re thinking harder about it. Maybe the reason you didn’t reach out was from jealousy. Why was this realization crashing down on you now?
“Coffee this Saturday. You better not be lying about helping me with a job,” you muttered. The familiar smug expression melted onto Bakugou’s expression once more.
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♡ ~Boku no Hero Academia Masterlist~ ♡
♪ Character Playlist
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♡ The Morning Sun, My Sun
☆ Izuku Midoriya With An Autistic S/O
☆ Izuku With An S/O Who Has An Abusive Mother
☆ Midoriya With An S/O Who Came From A Family Of Villains
☆ Midoriya Izuku, Amajiki Tamaki Headpats
☆ Bakugou With An Autistic S/O
☆ Hajime, Shuichi, Katsuki With An S/O Who Has Trichotillomania
☆ Bakugo Finding His Sweet S/O Crying
☆ Bakugou Kissing
☆ Todoroki Shouto With An Autistic S/O
☆ Hitoshi Shinsou With An S/O Who Messed Up Their Sleep Schedule
☆ Hitoshi, Tamaki, and Kokichi With A Flirty S/O
☆ Tamaki’s S/O Almost Dying While Fighting A Villain
☆ Tamaki, Makoto, Nagito With An S/O Who Likes To Play With Their Hair
☆ Amajiki Tamaki With An S/O Who’s Scared Of What Might Be In The Dark
☆ Hitoshi, Tamaki, and Kokichi With A Flirty S/O
☆ Midoriya Izuku, Amajiki Tamaki Headpats
☆ All Might With An S/O Who’s Constantly Fatigued
♪ Now Playing: Dabi
☆ Dabi, Shigaraki With An Adorable S/O Who’s Surprisingly Strong
☆ Dabi With A Shy S/O
☆ Toga With A Shy S/O
☆ Dabi, Shigaraki With An Adorable S/O Who’s Surprisingly Strong
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~Pet Names They'd Give You~
ft. as many MHA men i could think of and in no particular order
a/n -> I POSTED SO LATE AND this is gonna be a pain to add to my masterlist but ENJOY! if ya liked it, repost and leave a note (if you want)! thanks <333
you’re such an adorable little bunny to them, they love to spend time with you and just cannot keep their hands off you - you wouldn’t want it any other way! The two of you constantly cuddle together, switching big/little spoons depending on either of your moods. It’s so cute, really.
who likes to call you bunny?
Midoriya - Tamaki - Toyomitsu - Shoji
a beautiful pet name, that’s all i have to say. it never ceases to amaze you how good it sounds, every time they purr the words into your ear, stroke your hair, play with your fingers. they can’t help it, not when you draw them in like the moon to the tides, not when you light up their darkest nights like that. You’re beautiful.
who likes to call you their moon?
Todoroki - Shinso - Aizawa - Midoriya - Takami
i think it’s an elegant name, fit for the absolute royalty they think you are. You love the way the name rolls of their tongue, how they’re able to make such an old-timey pet name sound fluttery - so flirtacious, but also so... alluring.
who likes to call you darling?
Todoroki Shoto - Takami - Aizawa - Shinso
you’re so bright! To them, it feels like you’re the light of a new day, giving them the energy they need to move forward, and just being able to share your happiness with each other makes them so happy. Like a little hummingbird, you’re by their side when they need it, supportive in all the right ways, and they hope they’re the same to you.
who likes to call you sunbird?
Mirio - Takami - Tamaki - Kirishima
it’s a classic pet name, and really quite common, but you just can’t believe how refreshing they make it sound. it rings in your mind over and over again, each chirupy ‘babe!’ and each bright smile they show you will never leave your memories.
who likes to call you baby/babe?
Todoroki Shoto - Dabi - Bakugou - Kirishima
you’re so independent, it makes them so proud to watch you handle everything like a pro - calmly and efficiently. you’re so cuddly too - the whole package! Sure, it’s close to unbearable when you tease them into oblivion, but they know they’ll get you back ;)
who likes to call you kitten?
Aizawa - Dabi - Tamaki - Toyomitsu - Shigaraki
another classic, and you think that in anyone else’s mouth, it would be far too sweet. honey is so similar to its meaning, almost a sickening kind of sweet, to the point of coughing and sputtering. you thought you couldn’t take it, but,with them, wow. not to be cliche, but if it’s them... it’s okay.
who likes to call you honey?
Midoriya - Kirishima - Todoroki - Shinso
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Hawks with s/o who has wings
Yandere Pro Hero Hawks (Takami Keigo) x Reader
Title: An Effort
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
DON’T LIKE, DON’T READ!
Content under the cut
Warnings are provided *gender neutral reader*
Requests are open
Warnings: yandere, yandere themes, unhealthy relationship, delusional, kidnapping, dc, yandere content, implied kidnapping, attempted affection, captivity, sharp objects
“Hey, little feather!” You could hear him take off his boots at the door and come rush over into the living room.
Sighing, you repositioned yourself in the recliner, curling in on yourself while increasing focus on the book in your hands. The vibrations of his movements were already too much, you wondered how you would stand his actual presence breathing down your neck in the next few seconds.
“Oh damn! I almost missed you there!” Keigo Takami almost ran past you, sliding on the hardwood floor until he stopped right by where you sat. “Didn’t feel like saying hi to me?”
Unwilling to give him a verbal answer, you made a little show of turning the page, despite not having absorbed much of it. There was some satisfaction in giving an inanimate object more attention than your doting boyfriend. Despite not saying a word, your wings were splayed out on either side of you rustling in discomfort.
“Baby? C’mon you gotta give me something!” Keigo leaned on the arm of the chair. “Is the cuff too tight? Is that what’s got you mad?”
You could feel the small puffs of air coming from his nose, which made your skin crawl. With a small huff, you pushed yourself out of the chair, heading back to your shared room to find your brush. Always in Keigo’s presence, every fiber of your being felt irritated, which made you feel the need to preen.
Now sulking, the pro hero followed behind you, tempted to just take you in his arms and try to hug the defiance out of you. Though he knew doing so would only fuel your disciplined disobedience. Still ignoring him, you sat on your side of the bed, opening the top drawer on the nightstand, pulling out one of the few objects from your past life that Keigo had let you keep.
That brush you had received the moment your wings started to truly show their fantastic plumage. It was nothing terribly fancy, just something given by your practitioner, to help clean and smooth out your wings. Shifting them out in a more comfortable fashion, you started to gently brush your primaries and secondaries, humming quietly to yourself, trying to completely drown out the pro hero’s presence.
“Please, come on! Just talk to me a little!” He was begging now, his voice just a littel ways off.
Stretching, you gave a rather dramatic yawn and kept on tending to your wings, the familiar feeling of your soft down providing a little comfort in your captivity. At least you had been granted the small liberty of being able to tend to your own hygiene. He had learned in a rather unfortunate way that when he tried to ‘help’ you shower, that you would only respond with relentless violence no matter how much he cooed and tried to sweet talk you into submission. After that little ‘incident’, Keigo gave you ample space but when he wasn’t out on hero duty he was within your orbit, making his presence in almost every way he could imagine.
His voice, slightly grating, but still suave, was close and drawing closer; you were foolish enough to believe that Keigo Takami was still restraining himself when it came to disciplining you. Your boyfriend asked something, but what it was, you would never be sure. All you did was remain involved in your own world until you could feel something coming much too close for your liking.
Thank the stars that you had been so estranged from touch that the moment something breached your personal space, all the alarms went off. Dropping your brush, you whipped around, just as something shining simply grazed the tips of your feathers. On instrint you grabbed the offending appendage. To your somewhat unfounded surprise, you found your hand gripping Keigo’s wrist; eyes moving along his form, you saw the shears first and his gobsmacked face second.
Now, you were certainly no weakling, having not gone through hero school, but an extremely rigorous training academic and training regimen developed by your family. A spot of melee between the two of you would not be one sided, even if you had a tracking cuff on your arm. After all, while he had full use of his abilities, he was burdened with emotion for you, his one, true beloved. It was those romantic emotions that you so far lacked.
Finally, you forced your jaw open, rage keeping your voice tight. “What the hell do you think you are doing?”
Keigo’s face reddened, his grip on the shears becoming a little more slack. “What...What’s best for us, baby bird! You’ve made me like this! I know it looks crazy, but I'm willing to do crazy things to get you to stop ignoring me like this! It’s killing me! It’s actually killing me!”
Wrenching the shears from his grasp, you snapped the tool apart, still looking at your boyfriend who had gone from shocked to visibly love sick. You wanted so terribly to launch yourself at the hero and try and tear him apart limb from limb without care for any consequences.
But then would that not make you just as insane as Keigo? It was he who had made mincemeat of your surviving family members. And now that left you with...Well, with not a whole lot if you were honest with yourself. It was impossible; you could never bring yourself to kill the pro hero Hawks, but even if you ran, he would inevitably search the ends of the Earth. What kind of life could you live, staying underground as not to be snatched up yet again. Keigo had copious amounts of resources and allies at his feet, and you? Not enough to last you a whole month.
Even if you were to wriggle your way out of Keigo’s grip, there was no life for you to turn to...or create. This painfully obsessed man was all you had left in this world.
Would you accept that? Or would your fighting spirit die out trying to grasp any semblance of freedom.
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